Blast Of Hateful Bombs

Blast Of Hateful Bombs
© Surazeus
2025 06 18

These eyes that connect my mind to the world, 
once plump as grapes newly swelling from vines, 
wither and wrinkle in bright heat of truth 
so events I observe on stage of fear 
contract into fractured shards of lost faith 
which I assemble in puzzles of hope. 

Through crackled swirl of smoke from blasting bombs 
I see young woman with long tangled hair 
cry out for beauty of the shattered world 
to pursue shadows with freedom of light, 
but Parnia falls from Heaven on torn wings 
as dying star that sizzles in my heart. 

Bearing cinders of the angel with care, 
I trudge along the empty asphalt road, 
hoping to preserve flame of her lost soul 
long enough to help her reincarnate 
in soulless robot with computer brain 
programmed to calculate safe way of fate. 

Kneeling before giant mushroom of hope, 
I place fragile flame of angelic soul 
in egg that gleams before the moon-eyed toad, 
then chant occultic spells of ardency 
to channel psychic beams of energy 
refracting light through prism of my heart. 

Strange scarlet glow inside the pulsing egg 
congeals eclectic rays of ancient stars 
to fictile body molded from moist clay 
that transforms into angel with twelve wings 
who rises tall from rancid muck of Earth 
to soar on rainbow wings above storm clouds. 

Yet when I blink to clear view of my eyes, 
I see conceptual face of my soul mate 
as normal woman sitting at my side 
who glances up from book of poems she reads 
and asks me if I want something to eat, 
so I squeeze her hand and smile with delight. 

Though woman I love as queen of our home 
dwells safely in firm shelter of my care, 
thousands of women in far distant lands 
lie dead or wounded in rubble of faith, 
or wander traumatized in cluttered streets, 
because cruel men blast their world views with bombs. 

My wife and her best friends with sparkling eyes 
stroll together in long wind-fluttered gowns 
on white-sand beach beside blue shimmering sea, 
sweet vision of our secret paradise 
that vanishes at blast of hateful bombs 
which pierce my eyes with shrapnel of despair.